A boring old garage in a residential area with a teen-age band rehearsing in it.

We take you now, to a garage, in Canoga Park.

It wasn't very largeThere was just enough room to cram the drumsIn the corner over by the DodgeIt was a fifty-fourWith a mashed up doorAnd a cheesy little ampWith a sign on the front said "Fender Champ"And a second hand guitarIt was a Stratocaster with a whammy bar

We could jam in Joe's GarageHis mama was screamin'His dad was madWe was playin' the same old songIn the afternoon 'n' sometimes we wouldPlay it all night longIt was all we knew, 'n' easy tooSo we wouldn't get it wrong

All we did was bend the string like...Hey!Down in Joe's GarageWe didn't have no dope or LSDBut a coupla quarts-a-beerWould fix it so the intonationWould not offend yer earAnd the same old chords goin' over 'n' overBecame a symphonyWe would play it again 'n' again 'n' again'Cause it sounded good to meONE MORE TIME!We could jam in Joe's GarageHis mama was screamin',"TURN IT DOWN!"We was playing' the same old songIn the afternoon 'n' sometimes we wouldPlay it all night longIt was all we knew, and easy tooSo we wouldn't get it wrongEven if you played it on a saxophone

We thought we was pretty goodWe talked about keepin' the band together'N' we figured that we should'Cause about this time we was gettin' the eyeFrom the girls in the neighborhoodThey'd all come over 'n' dance around like...

Twenty teen-age girls dash in and go STOMP-CLAP, STOMP-CLAP-CLAP...

So we picked out stupid nameHad some cards printed up for a coupla bucks'N' we was on our way to fameGot matching suits'N' Beatle Boots'N' a sign on the back of the car'N' we was ready to work in a GO-GO Bar

People seemed to like our songThey got up 'n' danced 'n made a lotta noiseAn' it wasn't 'fore very longA guy from a company we can't nameSaid we oughta take his pen'N' sign on the line for a real good timeBut he didn't tell us whenThese "good times" would be somethin'That was really happeninSo the band broke upAn' it looks likeWe will never play again...